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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Faust,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.