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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.