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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
X-101,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.