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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.