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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.