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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Mandrill,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.