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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.