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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.