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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Faust,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.