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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.