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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.