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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Radio Birdman 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.