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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.