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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.