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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Saints to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.