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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.