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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Eli Mardock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Scion,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.