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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.