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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
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.