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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.