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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.