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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.