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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.