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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.