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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
June of 44,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.