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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.