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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Index,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.