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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.