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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.