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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.