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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.