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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.