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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
The Names,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.