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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.