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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.