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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.