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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.