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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.