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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.