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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.