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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Victims to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Can,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.