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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.