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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Scion,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.