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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
MC5,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.