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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.