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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
The Slits,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.