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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.