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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
the Association,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.