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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
the Association,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.