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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Fall,
ABC,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.