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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.