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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Mars,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.