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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.