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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.