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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.