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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.