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 Poland and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
New Order,
The Gories,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.