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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.