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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.