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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.