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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.