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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
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.