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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.