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 Papua New Guinea 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 New Order to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.