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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.