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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.