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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.