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 Marshall Islands 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Television,
Darondo,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
EPMD,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.