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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.