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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Slave to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.