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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 J.B.'s to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Technova,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.