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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.