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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.