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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Index,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.