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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Swans,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.