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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.