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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 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 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 Slave to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.