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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.