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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
ABC,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
UT,
The Trojans,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.