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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.