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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.