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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.