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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.