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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.