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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.