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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.