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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.