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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.