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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.