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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.