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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Fear,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.