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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.