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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.