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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
June of 44,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.