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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
UT,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.