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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.