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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Skaos,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.