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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.