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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.