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 China 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.