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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.