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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.