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 Spain 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.