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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
JFA,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.