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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.