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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.