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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.