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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.