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 St Lucia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Ronan,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
10cc,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.