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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.