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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.