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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Little Man,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Inner City,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.