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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.