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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Motorama,
Faust,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.