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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
The Names,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.