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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.