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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.