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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.