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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.