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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.