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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.