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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.