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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 JFA to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.