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 Swaziland 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.