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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.