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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.