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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.