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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.