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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.