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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Franke,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
MDC,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.