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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.