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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.