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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Nico,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.