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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
X-101,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.