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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.