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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Organ,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.