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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Cramps to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.