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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.