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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Can,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.