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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.