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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.