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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.