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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.