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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Can,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.