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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.