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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.