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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.