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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.