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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.