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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.