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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Skarface,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.