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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.