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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.