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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.