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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.