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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.