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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.