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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.