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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.