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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.