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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.