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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.