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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.