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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Visage,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.