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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.