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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.