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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.