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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.