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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
June Days,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.