Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
X-101,
Lyres,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.