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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.