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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Little Man,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.