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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.