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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.