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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Wire,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.