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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Technova,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.