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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.