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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Pole,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.