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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.