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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.