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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.