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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.