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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.