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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Associates,
CMW,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.