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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.