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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.