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 Nauru and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.