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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.