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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
the Association,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.