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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.