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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.