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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.