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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.