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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.