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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.