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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.