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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.