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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
The Human League,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.