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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.