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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.