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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.