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 Greece and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.