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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Index,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.