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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.