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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
The Move,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.