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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Slave,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.