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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
MDC,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.