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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.