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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.