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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.