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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Television,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.