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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.