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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.