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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Smog 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.