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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.