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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.