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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.