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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.