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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
The Move,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.