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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
a-ha,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.