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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.