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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.