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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Index,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.