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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Can,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.