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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.