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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.