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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Skriet,
Pole,
Motorama,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.