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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.