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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.