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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.