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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
JFA,
Wings,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.