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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.