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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Quadrant,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.