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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.