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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.