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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Fear,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.