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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.