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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.