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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.