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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Can,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.