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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.