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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.