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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.