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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.