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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
X-102,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.