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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.