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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.