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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.