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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.