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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.