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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.