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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.