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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
UT,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Hoover,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.