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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.