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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Can,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.