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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Scion,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.