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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.