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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
UT,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.