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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.