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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.