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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gun Club 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.