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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.