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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.