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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
UT,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.