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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.