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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.