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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Television to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Mars,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.