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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.