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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.