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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.