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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.