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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Remains to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Can,
The Wake,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.