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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.