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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.