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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.