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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Pylon,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.