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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.