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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
DNA,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.