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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.