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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.