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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.