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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.