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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.