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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.