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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.