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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.