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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Magma,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.