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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.