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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Little Man,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.