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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.