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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.