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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
MC5,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.