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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.