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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.