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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.