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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.