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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.