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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.