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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.