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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.