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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.