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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.