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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.