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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
June Days,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.