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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
X-101,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.