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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.