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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
This Heat,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.