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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.