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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.