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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.