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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.