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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.