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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.