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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.