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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
The Cure,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
UT,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.