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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.