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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.