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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Index,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.