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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.