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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.