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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.