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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Magazine,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.