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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.