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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Index,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Magma,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.