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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.