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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Can,
The Names,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.