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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.