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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
10cc,
ABBA,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.