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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.