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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.