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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Ronan,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.