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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.