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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.