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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Motions to the disco 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Q65,
the Association,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.