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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.