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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.