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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.