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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.