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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.