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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.