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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Yaz,
Nas,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.