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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 marimba and a 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Nico,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.