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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Pole,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Urselle,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.