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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Index,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.