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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moleskins to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Can,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.