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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.