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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Slits,
Crime,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.