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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.