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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.