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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.