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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Visage,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.