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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.