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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.