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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.