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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.