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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.