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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Faust,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.