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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.