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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.