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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Oneida,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.