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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.