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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Searchers,
Can,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.