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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.