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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
June Days,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.