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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.