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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.