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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.