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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Echospace 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Index,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Chrome,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.