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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Offenders 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.