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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.