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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.