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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.