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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Hoover,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.