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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Scion,
Cymande,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.