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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.