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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.