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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
ABC,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.