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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.