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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Unwound,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.