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 Sweden 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.