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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.