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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.