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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
UT,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.