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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.