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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.