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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.