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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.