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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.