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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.