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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.