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 France and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.