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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.