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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.