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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.