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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Monks,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.