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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.