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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Organ,
Wings,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.