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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.