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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.