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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.