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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.