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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Quantec,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.