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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
X-101,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.