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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.