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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.