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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.