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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.