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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.