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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.