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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.