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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Aswad,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.