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 Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.