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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.