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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.