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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.