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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Move,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.