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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.