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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
John Holt,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.