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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.