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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.