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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.