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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
MC5,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.