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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.