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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.