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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.