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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.