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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Pylon,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.