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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.