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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.