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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.