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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.