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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
ABC,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.