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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Fugazi 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.