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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.