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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Monks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.