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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.