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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.