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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.