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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.