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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Japan,
Fear,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.