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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
DNA,
Can,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Swans,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.