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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.