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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.