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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.