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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.