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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.