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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.