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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.