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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.