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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.