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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.