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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.