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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ossler 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
ABC,
MDC,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.