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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.