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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
The Evens,
the Germs,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.