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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
UT,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.