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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.