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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.