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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
JFA,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Can,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.