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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.