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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Faust,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.