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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.