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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.