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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.