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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.