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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.