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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.