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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Nico,
John Cale,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Oneida,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.