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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.