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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.