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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.