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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.