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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
AZ,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.