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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.