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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
The Move,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.