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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Motorama,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.