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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.