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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Names,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.