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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.