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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Slits,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Fear,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.