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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.