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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
The Motions,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.