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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.