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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Roxette,
CMW,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.