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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.