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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.