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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.