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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 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 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.