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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Swans,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.