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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
X-102,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Can,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.