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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.