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 Congo and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.