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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
AZ,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.