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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiohead 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.