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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.