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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.