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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.