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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.