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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.