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 Cuba and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
JFA,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.