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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
10cc,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Can,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.