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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.