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 Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
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.