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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.