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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.