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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.