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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.