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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.