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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.