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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.