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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.