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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.